Post by BetaWolf on May 3, 2014 7:07:48 GMT
Name: Urig Ap Brogal
Race: Orc(largest subspecies)
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 236lbs
Occupation: Chieftain of Clan Brogal.
Appearance: Urig is the penacle of Orcish fitness, heavily muscled and extremely powerful. His skin is a mottled sky blue(the mottling is slightly darker). His hair is in a medium length dreaded mohawk, it is dirty blonde. He is tall, standing at 6' 8" and weighs 236 pounds, all in muscle.
Personality: Urig is a born Orcish leader, ruthless and cunning. He shows little mercy to his foes, especially if they were cowardly before their defeat by his hand. He is not incapable of compassion or feeling, he is just not prone to showing it to those who are not allied to his people.
Strengths: Physically powerful. Cunning. Born Leader.
Weaknesses: Merciless. Prone to unnecessary violence. Stubborn.
Equipment: Light steel armor. Steel Broad axe. Four Orcish daggers. Crossbow and bolts.
Mounts/Guardians/Pets: He rides an Arsinoitherium named Talok, and a Smilodon named Shargan resides in the Chieftains Long house as a family guardian that occasionally accompanies Urig.
NPCs:
One Orcish Warband(fifty Orcs)
Biography: Urig was born as the son of a Pig herder and a leather worker. He was little more than another mouth to feed in the eyes of the current Chieftain who was a cruel dictator and little else, constantly leading Clan Brogal to war and exhausting their resources on little campaigns of utter pointlessness. Urig resented the stupidity of the Chieftain and vowed to make him pay for the anguish of the Tribes. Brogal was not the only one suffering, as the Chieftain was using Clan Brogal’s large size to subjugate some of the lesser Tribes.
Urig was barely noticed as he grew up, until, when he was put fourteen years of age, his impressive strength and cunning was noticed by the Chieftain. The Chieftain saw him as a potential threat to his power, as Urig was the best of his generation of Orc youths. He was imprisoned for this, and the Clan saw the Chieftain for what he really was. Urig gained support by having his friends and family spread the word of Rebellion.
Soon Urig had the support of the majority of the Clan, was sprung from his cell, before storming the Chieftains Long house and challenging the dictator to single combat. Urig’s youth and vitality gave him the slight edge needed and by sundown the former Chieftains hand rolled past his feet. As is Orcish tradition, the Orc to defeat the current Chieftain is to be the next one, and so Urig at the age of fifteen was named Chieftain of Clan Brogal. He has worked for many years to reconcile the wrongs imposed by his vile predecessor and finally the healing process has begun. Urig is considered a great Chieftain, and a great mate and father as well.
RolePlay Sample: Urig gingerly rolled his shoulders to test the armor being applied as he prepared to participate in a “jousting tournament” he had been invited to, many races were present so he couldn’t simply have refused. He was unused to this type of armor, but as an Orc he enjoyed a good challenge and thus refused to let this little annoyance hinder his performance. For the sake of fairness he was not allowed to ride Talok and thus was stuck riding a horse, which was quite new to Urig as Orcs had no use for horses as mounts. Urig sighed as the last piece of armor was applied and he was hand a helmet, he nodded to the squire and pushed the visored helm down and over his head.
“Useless beast, might as well have demanded I run around buck ass naked and yell gibberish. Damn horse...” Urig grumbled as he pulled himself up into the saddle.
He extended his left arm and a shield was placed in his hand and strapped to him. He extended his right arm and a fine lance was placed in his hand. He knew the basic rules of the game, dismounting your enemy was an automatic win is all that mattered to him though. Urig guided the horse out onto the field, the loud cries of Orcish warriors rang out showing their support for the Chieftain. His opponent rode out onto the opposite end of the field, and the Elves went wild. Apparently this opponent was of Elven blood, which was quite obvious if one were to look at his intricate silver armor with copper ivy weaving its way across the breastplate.
Urig snorted at this, an easy win if he was going up against one of those Elven dandies. Urig sighed and adjusted his visor as the Elven Herald went on for what seemed like forever about the great esteem of his Master, after at least fifteen minutes of this the Herald had finished. Urig’s Herald, an rotund Orc in a faded orange woolen tunic, stepped forward and cleared his throat.
“I present to you all, Urig Ap Brogal! Chieftain of the mighty Clan Brogal!” the Orcs in the crowd cheered loudly at this.
“He is the devastator of kingdoms!” the Orcs went even wilder,”The tamer of the fiercest beasts!“ the Orcs went even wilder yet,”The captor of all the lovely maidens hearts!“ they yet again got louder and more enthusiastic,”But most importantly, the first Orcish competitor to ever participate in an interspecies joust!“ at this point the Orcs in the crowd were in a zealous uproar of immense volume.
Now, now was the actual joust. Urig readied his horse, lance and shield, then the starting flag was dropped. Urig spurred his horse forward, into a heavy gallop. His opponent did the same and the distance between them was rapidly vanishing, causing Urig to grin beneath his helmet. Urig aimed his lance for the Elf, right at the breastplates center. Urig’s grin turned to a rather surprised looked as the Elf swerved in the saddle, completely avoiding the blow and hitting Urig square in the chest. Urig stayed up in his saddle but certainly felt the blow, a fist sized dent in his breastplate. Urig growled as he turned his horse around at the far side of the field on the opposite side he had started from.
Again he charged, this time with far greater determination than the first charge. He was sure he would make a hit this time, but again the Elves superior mobility prevented Urig’s blow from making its mark, but Urig managed to deflect the blow of his foe with his shield. Again Urig turned his horse around to charge, now back at the end of the field he had originally started from. Again he charged, this time fueled by his rage. The distance was closing again but... but this time was different. Time seemed to slowdown around Urig, the gallop of his horse went from incredibly fast to slow and steady. Each thump of the hooves corresponded with beating of Urig’s own heart, a near perfect harmony. Urig’s mind raced as he processed all his opponents weaknesses, all his strengths and habits. Urig’s mind cleared, brow furrowed and time came racing back into its usual speed.
Urig arched his lance out to the side and aimed just above the shield of the Elf, just as Urig had anticipated the Elf leaned in to avoid it. Urig arched his lance back in and up, raising his shield as he did so. The Elf hadn’t expected this from Urig and failed to make a saving play. Urig’s lance collided with the Elven helmet, the man being thrown up and back from the saddle. An automatic victory. The crowd erupted in cheer from all races and Urig thrust his lance into the air, roaring in proud response. Urig was victor of the jousting tournament, followed by the non-lethal combat tournament, naming him Tournament Champion of the year. He was awarded a superbly crafted steel broadaxe(which he uses to this day) and became a fan favorite.
Race: Orc(largest subspecies)
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 236lbs
Occupation: Chieftain of Clan Brogal.
Appearance: Urig is the penacle of Orcish fitness, heavily muscled and extremely powerful. His skin is a mottled sky blue(the mottling is slightly darker). His hair is in a medium length dreaded mohawk, it is dirty blonde. He is tall, standing at 6' 8" and weighs 236 pounds, all in muscle.
Personality: Urig is a born Orcish leader, ruthless and cunning. He shows little mercy to his foes, especially if they were cowardly before their defeat by his hand. He is not incapable of compassion or feeling, he is just not prone to showing it to those who are not allied to his people.
Strengths: Physically powerful. Cunning. Born Leader.
Weaknesses: Merciless. Prone to unnecessary violence. Stubborn.
Equipment: Light steel armor. Steel Broad axe. Four Orcish daggers. Crossbow and bolts.
Mounts/Guardians/Pets: He rides an Arsinoitherium named Talok, and a Smilodon named Shargan resides in the Chieftains Long house as a family guardian that occasionally accompanies Urig.
NPCs:
One Orcish Warband(fifty Orcs)
Biography: Urig was born as the son of a Pig herder and a leather worker. He was little more than another mouth to feed in the eyes of the current Chieftain who was a cruel dictator and little else, constantly leading Clan Brogal to war and exhausting their resources on little campaigns of utter pointlessness. Urig resented the stupidity of the Chieftain and vowed to make him pay for the anguish of the Tribes. Brogal was not the only one suffering, as the Chieftain was using Clan Brogal’s large size to subjugate some of the lesser Tribes.
Urig was barely noticed as he grew up, until, when he was put fourteen years of age, his impressive strength and cunning was noticed by the Chieftain. The Chieftain saw him as a potential threat to his power, as Urig was the best of his generation of Orc youths. He was imprisoned for this, and the Clan saw the Chieftain for what he really was. Urig gained support by having his friends and family spread the word of Rebellion.
Soon Urig had the support of the majority of the Clan, was sprung from his cell, before storming the Chieftains Long house and challenging the dictator to single combat. Urig’s youth and vitality gave him the slight edge needed and by sundown the former Chieftains hand rolled past his feet. As is Orcish tradition, the Orc to defeat the current Chieftain is to be the next one, and so Urig at the age of fifteen was named Chieftain of Clan Brogal. He has worked for many years to reconcile the wrongs imposed by his vile predecessor and finally the healing process has begun. Urig is considered a great Chieftain, and a great mate and father as well.
RolePlay Sample: Urig gingerly rolled his shoulders to test the armor being applied as he prepared to participate in a “jousting tournament” he had been invited to, many races were present so he couldn’t simply have refused. He was unused to this type of armor, but as an Orc he enjoyed a good challenge and thus refused to let this little annoyance hinder his performance. For the sake of fairness he was not allowed to ride Talok and thus was stuck riding a horse, which was quite new to Urig as Orcs had no use for horses as mounts. Urig sighed as the last piece of armor was applied and he was hand a helmet, he nodded to the squire and pushed the visored helm down and over his head.
“Useless beast, might as well have demanded I run around buck ass naked and yell gibberish. Damn horse...” Urig grumbled as he pulled himself up into the saddle.
He extended his left arm and a shield was placed in his hand and strapped to him. He extended his right arm and a fine lance was placed in his hand. He knew the basic rules of the game, dismounting your enemy was an automatic win is all that mattered to him though. Urig guided the horse out onto the field, the loud cries of Orcish warriors rang out showing their support for the Chieftain. His opponent rode out onto the opposite end of the field, and the Elves went wild. Apparently this opponent was of Elven blood, which was quite obvious if one were to look at his intricate silver armor with copper ivy weaving its way across the breastplate.
Urig snorted at this, an easy win if he was going up against one of those Elven dandies. Urig sighed and adjusted his visor as the Elven Herald went on for what seemed like forever about the great esteem of his Master, after at least fifteen minutes of this the Herald had finished. Urig’s Herald, an rotund Orc in a faded orange woolen tunic, stepped forward and cleared his throat.
“I present to you all, Urig Ap Brogal! Chieftain of the mighty Clan Brogal!” the Orcs in the crowd cheered loudly at this.
“He is the devastator of kingdoms!” the Orcs went even wilder,”The tamer of the fiercest beasts!“ the Orcs went even wilder yet,”The captor of all the lovely maidens hearts!“ they yet again got louder and more enthusiastic,”But most importantly, the first Orcish competitor to ever participate in an interspecies joust!“ at this point the Orcs in the crowd were in a zealous uproar of immense volume.
Now, now was the actual joust. Urig readied his horse, lance and shield, then the starting flag was dropped. Urig spurred his horse forward, into a heavy gallop. His opponent did the same and the distance between them was rapidly vanishing, causing Urig to grin beneath his helmet. Urig aimed his lance for the Elf, right at the breastplates center. Urig’s grin turned to a rather surprised looked as the Elf swerved in the saddle, completely avoiding the blow and hitting Urig square in the chest. Urig stayed up in his saddle but certainly felt the blow, a fist sized dent in his breastplate. Urig growled as he turned his horse around at the far side of the field on the opposite side he had started from.
Again he charged, this time with far greater determination than the first charge. He was sure he would make a hit this time, but again the Elves superior mobility prevented Urig’s blow from making its mark, but Urig managed to deflect the blow of his foe with his shield. Again Urig turned his horse around to charge, now back at the end of the field he had originally started from. Again he charged, this time fueled by his rage. The distance was closing again but... but this time was different. Time seemed to slowdown around Urig, the gallop of his horse went from incredibly fast to slow and steady. Each thump of the hooves corresponded with beating of Urig’s own heart, a near perfect harmony. Urig’s mind raced as he processed all his opponents weaknesses, all his strengths and habits. Urig’s mind cleared, brow furrowed and time came racing back into its usual speed.
Urig arched his lance out to the side and aimed just above the shield of the Elf, just as Urig had anticipated the Elf leaned in to avoid it. Urig arched his lance back in and up, raising his shield as he did so. The Elf hadn’t expected this from Urig and failed to make a saving play. Urig’s lance collided with the Elven helmet, the man being thrown up and back from the saddle. An automatic victory. The crowd erupted in cheer from all races and Urig thrust his lance into the air, roaring in proud response. Urig was victor of the jousting tournament, followed by the non-lethal combat tournament, naming him Tournament Champion of the year. He was awarded a superbly crafted steel broadaxe(which he uses to this day) and became a fan favorite.